At that moment I could have run , disappeared. It would have been the smart thing to do. The right thing to do , it would have stopped the whole thing from starting. Everything that was to come , everything hurt and every heated moment. Every bit of passion that would consume us both into feeling insane at times and doing stupid things. Looking back later on , this would be the moment that I believed was to blame. But instead of doing the most sane thing , of course I didn't. It wasn't me seeing her for the first time , me interfering with her life that was to blame. Those things were all done from afar. This was too close , it felt like being too close to hell. The temptation of sin calls me like a beacon. To me, she was the devil. Strange to say , usually one would describe their mate as
